Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: Let the Floods Rise, Who Cares

"Maybe they realized that suppressing our consciousness weakens our combat capabilities."

Furōfushi Saitō grinned, though a cruel glint flickered across her face.

"That little guy Masatsuki Aozaki is pretty strong—and ruthless. I like that. Just don’t know where he ran off to."

Batsu’unsai Katori paused, then shook his head. "I actually thought he seemed rather gentle."

"That kind of thing doesn’t matter!"

Chika Shihōin laughed.

"Perfect. That old geezer Yamamoto took my head off last time—this time, I’m definitely getting payback!"

The original captains stretched their limbs, only to realize that although their consciousness remained intact, they were still being influenced by Hell’s will. A voice seemed to echo in their minds, forcing them to obey.

Chika Shihōin let out a furious roar.

His whole body became like a spectral shadow as he charged at Yamamoto, swinging his Zanpakutō with deadly force.

As Chika Shihōin and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto clashed blades, the other original captains stood still in silence.

Outwardly, it looked like they were closely observing the fight, ready to step in at any moment. But in truth—they were stalling for time.

Hell had granted them free will. So how they carried out its commands was up to them.

After so many years surviving in Soul Society, they already knew how to deal with a superior who was out to make things difficult.

I want to fight too... but what if I can’t find the right opening?

In the end, the name of the game was simple—stall.

The nobles from a thousand years ago were tough enough, but Yamamoto was even more stubborn than the likes of Nobutsuna Shigyō and Saizō Sakahone. He kept shielding them.

If it weren’t for Yamamoto keeping them in check, with their personalities, they’d have just slaughtered anyone who disobeyed—flood of corpses be damned.

"Togabito, atone for your past sins. Now—go kill them. Immediately!"

Baraggan’s voice exploded in their ears, dark and oppressive.

There was something in his words—some sinister power—that made resistance impossible.

The first-generation captains sighed in resignation and surged forward.

They had no choice. Baraggan was Hell’s jailer.

To Togabitos like them, Baraggan held absolute authority by Hell’s rules. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Smug satisfaction twisted across the skeletal features of Baraggan’s face, tinged with a trace of long-held resentment.

Damn it... damn it all!

Masatsuki Aozaki, Sōsuke Aizen—those cursed bastards! They forced me, the rightful King of Hueco Mundo, into this wretched state!

Now look at me. Humiliated, powerless, at the mercy of others!

So what if I’m leading a squad of powerful fighters right now?

On the surface, it might look impressive. But in the end, I’m still just another prisoner.

Even as a jailer here, I still have to follow Hell’s rules.

What’s the difference between that and being a convict?

It’s like doing forced labor in a prison camp!

Sure, compared to the other Togabitos, I don’t suffer punishment, so my life is easier.

But for me—for an ancient king—everything I’ve endured these past decades is the greatest insult imaginable.

First, I was forced to kneel before Aizen. Then, I was mercilessly slain by Masatsuki Aozaki. And even in Hell, I’m still being used—still doing free labor!

How could a proud king tolerate this?

No. I won’t stand for it.

I will have revenge!

Aizen and Masatsuki Aozaki may no longer be here...

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